Parsley Rose
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Just a small town girl, living in a dystopian wasteland, trying to survive the next big Feral Ghoul attack. I'm from a vault that ran questionable operations on sick and injured prewar to postnuclear apocalypse vault dwellers. I like stars.
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Hammond House
I didn't expect to inherit anything, least of all this. The lawyer's letter said "Hammond House" which felt like a contradiction until I stood before it. Five bedrooms, three and a half baths, more house than I'd ever lived in, wrapped in gingerbread trim and painted ladies' colors that had faded to ghosts of themselves. The front yard sprawls wider than it should, dominated by an old tree whose bristles—I can't call them branches, they're too wild, too reaching—scrape and tap against one of the upstairs bedroom windows like they're asking to be let in.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Psyche
Secret Letter . Content Warning.
Humans are monsters. I remember my first scary movie being a Stephen King-esc one where a little girl is shot and carried into a plane while the monsters below eat the planet up whole. It had been several years since my brain surgery and in a much personal way, several months since my last Seer-ing experience I had with Lucifer.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Confessions
Small Victories
I went to Michael's yesterday. It was the first time in a long time where I went and did something I actually enjoy. I stopped counting how many times I picked up a pencil to draw and came up blank, or how many times I woke up in the middle of the night feeling like I slept but not being satisfied - or worse; knowing I didn't sleep and feeling satisfied by that. I don't know how long I've been laying here tonight, contimplating going back to sleep, or staying up to watch the sun rise while it's still in me to look for the glory of the new day, it all just feels so mind-numbingly dull and insufficient.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Humans
I watched the How to Train Your Dragon remake
The Problem with "Faithful" Remakes Dean DeBlois's live-action adaptation of How to Train Your Dragon succeeds technically while failing conceptually. This is a film that mistakes fidelity for purpose, creating a nearly scene-for-scene remake that raises an uncomfortable question: why does this need to exist?
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Critique
The Light Switch
The door slammed shut behind me, and the darkness swallowed everything whole. I hadn't meant to come inside. The old Caldwell house had been abandoned for thirty years, its windows like hollow eyes watching the neighborhood. But my phone had died mid-walk, and when the October rain started sheeting down, the partially open front door seemed like an invitation rather than a warning.
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Fiction
The Last Human
The coffee maker still worked. That was something. Lorna stood in the kitchen of a house that wasn't hers—hadn't been anyone's for three years now—and watched the dark liquid drip into a chipped mug. Outside, vines crawled up the sides of skyscrapers. A deer grazed in what used to be Times Square. The planet was healing, they would have said, back when there was a "they."
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Fiction
An Honest Review on "Mom"
I recently finished watching "Mom" for the second time, and if anything, I appreciated it even more on the rewatch. This show masterfully balances laugh-out-loud comedy with genuine emotional depth, making it one of those rare sitcoms that can make you cry and laugh within the same episode.
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Critique
I went back and watched Twilight: New Moon (2009)
The Sophomore Slump New Moon, the second installment in the Twilight saga, attempts something genuinely daring for a blockbuster franchise: it removes its male lead for the majority of the film's runtime. This bold narrative choice serves the story's emotional arc but simultaneously exposes the franchise's structural weaknesses. In an era where young adult adaptations were rushing to capitalize on the success of the first film, New Moon takes the unexpected route of dwelling in darkness, depression, and absence—a risky gambit that doesn't entirely pay off.
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Critique
Secret Letter . Content Warning.
There's something about mortality that makes us want to take control of the uncontrollable. A few days ago, I wrote down my final wishes—not because I'm planning to go anywhere, but because after eighteen years of living with the noise in my head, I needed to do something that felt like putting my hands on the wheel. I'm no more suicidal now than I was at fifteen; I just needed to vent, to organize the chaos, to pin down something concrete in a life that's felt anything but.
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Confessions
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By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in 01
